Two years had passed. In that time, he became stronger—faster, sharper, more refined. The Amaterasu sent him on mission after mission: into biomes, into black zones, into assassination campaigns where morality blurred and mercy was irrelevant.
Targets ranged from small cells to entire factions. Innocent or guilty, it didn't matter. If they drew the ire of the Amaterasu, they fell.
And every soul he erased became fuel. Weak on their own, their residual energy stacked within him—augmenting his reserves, amplifying his system, sharpening his presence.
Now, he stood at the threshold of a high A-rank—physically, he moved like an S-rank. Yet he possessed no personal Uratsu. Only what he absorbed. Only what he stole.
Raw Ura. Ripped power. Residual strength, scavenged from the fallen.
A parasite perfected.
In two years, he hadn't just grown stronger—he had become optimized.
Every mission, every kill, every biome breached added something new to the construct that was once just a boy. The Amaterasu didn't care what he became. Only that he worked. That he won. That he survived.
And he did—ruthlessly. Efficiently.
He'd begun categorizing the augments he stole. He didn't call them powers or traits. He called them Mods. Because they weren't natural. They weren't earned. They were taken. Installed. Rewired into something they were never meant to serve.
From shattered enemies and fallen anomalies, he had pieced together an arsenal of passive enhancements:
Friction Reduction Mod – allowed him to move at blinding speeds with near zero kinetic drag. this was selective and temporary it also affected air resistance but his base acceleration was based on his movement
Heat Dispersion – made him partially immune to thermal overload, whether environmental or combat-based.
Internal Temperature Control – granted him perfect climate neutrality across biomes.
Mental Overclock – pushed his mind past normal thresholds, processing data at near-machine levels.
Interlocking Muscles – a skeletal-muscular upgrade, letting him brace, torque, and strike with precision force multipliers.
These layered over the older mods he had kept:
Strom's Electricity – residual neuro-electrical discharge
Railgun Beetle's Adaptive Exoskeleton – a bio mod that adjusted to velocity, pressure, and directional force, optimizing movement for either impact or evasion in real time. the overlay material is based on alkanite and his flesh.
His energy stockpile had grown so vast, that it dwarfed what he was capable of outputting previously anymore. No Uratsu of his own. Only what he consumed. Only what he converted.